The Beginnings - Part 123: AN ANALYST

When you do something, one never knows whether you intend a courtesy or mockery, an honor or a rap on the knuckles.

-Hermann Hesse

THE GLASS BEAD GAME

The Beginnings – Part 123:   AN ANALYST

Paloma called tonight with an explanation, “I have a dentist appointment.   And I can’t make dinner on Thursday night.”

I don’t know how the dentist had anything to do with the dinner…whatever.   Oh well.

I turned in my four job transfer requests to my supervisor, Sue Reppert. 

Sue said, “I like the up-to-the date Net Credited Service plan.”

She knew I wasn’t wasting any time.   I submitted all three transfer requests for Directory Yellow Page SALES and one for an ANALYSTposition in San Francisco.   Now I have to sit tight and wait.

I telephoned Jim, inviting him to dinner since things didn’t pan out with Paloma.   He forfeited his jazz class to be with me.   We ate at NATIONS Burgers and then stopped by to see his sister and Dad in Concord.   We also dropped by another friend’s house named Dick.

Jim said, “I owe Dick five-dollars from skating last Tuesday because he paid my way.”

I like how he felt a need to immediately pay his debts.

I ended up spending the night with Jim at his house in Martinez.   We talked about how he wants ‘this and that’ from me in terms of a relationship.     I couldn’t hold back and had to share with him about my feelings for Paloma and my semi to non-recurring memories of George.   It was unfortunate because I think I made Jim feel depressed.   I learned that he was depressed because he was so hurt from his last relationship.   There seemed to be more to his story.

I said, “Well, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.   That’s why I feel a need to tell you what I’m thinking.”

We ‘got off’ eventually (hand-to-hand).   I just couldn’t do it to his ‘TA’ for some reason.  I am still trying to figure that out.  Whoops.

Jim made an excellent Hawaiian punch with orange juice.  It was good.   I still didn’t fulfill my Root Beer float craving.   I despise Jim’s snoring.   I had to nudge him all night to stop.   We are still going out to see the TORCH SONG TRILOGY play on Saturday night.    

I had to drive to work from Martinez.    Ugh…that was a tiresome drive.

“Whoops.”

“Whoops?   Did you say whoops?  No.

Whoops is when you fall down an elevator shaft.

Whoops is when you skinny-dip in a school of piranha.

Whoops is when you accidentally douche with DRANO!

No.   This was no whoops.  This was an AAAAAAAH-HA-HA.”

-TORCH SONG TRILOGY